Now begins my grand season of flight. I'm pulling the plug and going outside to chase birds and insects as much as possible until September. Maybe I'll see you out there.
Warblers are a force of nature, like gravity or sex or chocolate, like a Schubert piano trio or shooting the moon in hearts. Once you’ve enjoyed warblers, you only want more warblers. And there is no better time than now for warblers here in northern New England.
The Black-billed Cuckoo beat its caterpillars senseless this morning before swallowing them whole. The Scarlet Tanagers sang for us in full-frontal view. And an Eastern Bluebird warbled from the top of a white pine. Another morning of spring migration.
A plant is far more than its flowers. But today I photographed, almost exclusively, the sexy parts of a few early-spring wildflowers here in Vermont.
Hardly denizens of the suburban front lawns, American Robins conquer territory with a blend of moxie and manifest destiny, kind of like another American species we know all too well.
April is the carnal month.
The forest returns with cold, wet desire.
Wood Frog breeding pandemonium in a pond here in Montpelier, Vermont. Life (even death) can be tough for the females. I've got the video to prove it.
Like a cross between a cruise missile and a T-Rex, they are flying and killing machines. For more than a week, particularly here in Montpelier, they’ve been flying and killing over Vermont. And at this moment, most of you are probably not too far from a Merlin. Here's how to find one.
Hillary Clinton’s Secret Service agents were on to me. I knew it the moment one of them began talking into a microphone hidden in his sleeve. As I maneuvered through a crowd toward Hillary, two agents advanced on me. “If you don’t leave now,” one of them, the tall one, the scary one, said politely, “we’ll take you out of here.”
Get yourself to the fertile intersection of ice and water (and dead fish) here in Vermont. You'll probably find Bald Eagles, maybe lots of them. During this time of thaw, eagles sometimes gather where water meets ice in Vermont's Champlain Lowlands (and elsewhere). I've got map to guide you.